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Holler On The Hill headliner and americana soul outfit St. Paul & The Broken Bones, continue the build-up to the release their third album, Young Sick Camellia, on September 7th, with the latest single GotItBad.

Let’s face it, Toto and Weezer haven’t been relevant to me, personally, for a very long time. I did, however, love Weezer’s Blue album, Pinkerton, and the Green albums…after that, I mostly tuned out. So, while I originally scoffed at Weezer’s cover of Toto’s “Africa“, I couldn’t help but enjoy the Toto tit-for-tat cover of Weezer’s “Hash Pipe“, a long-time favorite track of mine.

Toto keyboardist, Steve Porcaro discussed the cover:

“We wanted to do our thing to it, but still pay respect to it. And we added a couple of our kitschy little things to it, which I hope that they laugh [at]. We wish we could be in the room when they hear it.”

Not one to hesitate straying from the pack, Alex Cameron took an unconventional approach to the traditional format of live music when he opened the Indianapolis stop of his tour with comedian Emily Panic.

Quickly creating a sense of community between the patrons at The Hi-Fi, Panic adeptly dealt with hecklers and set the tone for the entire show; one of dynamic characters and colorful anecdotes.

Clad in a svelte red dress and matching dog collar, musical opener Jackie Cohen brought with her the reminiscence of a hazy summer day on the beach. With smart moments of country, surf pop, and folk music, and intense harmonies with her brother, Cohen was the perfect precedent for the main event.

Donning a wardrobe befitting Spike Jonze’s Her, Alex Cameron’s set was a sexy combination of techno and saxophone. From the start, Cameron exuded theatricality and a little bit of sleaze. Although it shouldn’t be mistaken, Cameron is more than just the man with a skillful and powerful band to match him in energy and charisma. Shrouded in mystery and pride, Cameron is a proper raconteur.

Filled with stories of love, failure, and heartbreak, the evening sent everyone home with renewed vigor. If you find yourself in need of being serenaded, Alex Cameron’s tour is the place to go.

Friday of Forecastle weekend, My Old Kentucky Blog made a pit stop on the way to Waterfront Park to catch up with Matt Myers of Houndmouth.

It only seemed right to kick off the festival weekend at Jimmy Can’t Dance, a small jazz club and bar in downtown Louisville, for Houndmouth’s album listening party. With a jam-packed weekend ahead of them, the New Albany, Indiana natives still managed to surprise fans with an exclusive listening party and opportune facetime with the band.

Slated for an August 3 release, the new album Golden Age spun on the house turntable while fans, friends, family and tourmates gathered for a hear-it-first listen and Houndmouth-inspired cocktails. The event also had a celebratory feel, as the band was finally close to home after multiple 2-3 week tours all a part of the album promotion cycle.

Depending on personal preference, concept albums can be hit or miss. I personally am fond of them, as they force you to listen to an album in its entirety to get “the big picture.” Each song can be considered a piece of glass that makes up a colorful mosaic or a chapter in a book that tells your favorite story. And they sound best when spun on your Dad’s old Pioneer turntable or blasted from your car windows on a long drive.

Working with producers Jonathan Rado of Foxygen and Shawn Everett, past credits including Alabama Shakes’ Sound & Color and The War On Drugs’ A Deeper Understanding, it’s no surprise Houndmouth’s Golden Age went from a planned few week recording process to an unexpected eight month creative venture. You simply work with producers like Rado and Everett to do the undone and push boundaries. And the Golden Age concept that was born is unique in its own right.

Towards the end of the shindig, guitarist and lead vocalist Matt Myers and I escaped the party in true Houndmouth fashion to talk hometown shows, the new album and weird party stories you can’t seem to forget–no matter how hard you try.